Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and read more

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.

It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.

It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And read more

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you read more

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, read more

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.